'Don't worry,' Paddy said. 'We'll just pull over and finish dese beers, then peel off the label, stick it on our foreheads, and throw the bottles under the seat.''What fer?''Jist let me do de talkin', OK?'

So they finished their beers, threw the empties out of sight and put a label on each of their foreheads.

When they reached the roadblock, the Irish Constable took a long look at the two of them and said, 'You boys been drinkin'?'

'Not at all,' said Paddy, pointing at the labels.'We're on the patches.'